The Father, Sons, and Unholy Vixen (Original continuing story... hopefully)

[WetNoodle]

(A work in progress... as I only started writing it a couple hours ago. Sudden inspiration and all that. There's incest, of course... but as of now there's no plans for rape and abuse, so this may be a more pleasant Noods story if you're not into that kind of stuff. Expect a lot of dark humor and making fun of religion. If that upsets you, then don't read this. The inspiration for this... as usual.. was just a pic... I can even show it!! Check it out...

(Shishiro Botan, a vtuber from Hololive. The story has nothing to do with her at all, but more the naughty nun concept. Although the main character's name is Shiron and her father is Bolan... because I'm awesome and original with names!! Guess that's all I can say without spoiling... more... stay tuned!!)

 

Chapter One - The Priest and the Harlot

The rise of the church had done nothing but be a thorn in the side for Lord Bolan. Not a firm believer himself, yet he played the part to appease the people. He had no problem with faith personally, but he recognized the church's hidden agenda of using faith to manipulate the masses to try to gain control over the crown. To an extent, he had to play along even though he and his family believed it to be nothing but fairy tale bullshit. Luckily, he wasn't a malicious king who would simply slaughter them and burn the church to the ground to be done with it. A good portion of the people were believers and he did stand behind the right that one should be able to freely believe in whatever they choose, so long as it wasn't causing harm to others. These righteous bastards really knew how to walk the line, though. For the most part, it didn't bother him too much. They left each other alone and played nice in public. But lately, some events had unfolded within their family that led the church to make a daring and deplorable play against the royal family.

Princess Shiron had recently blossomed into maturity... and began enjoying and taking advantage of her newfound adolescence a little too much that it started to attract the attention of the people... as well as the church. Her methods of dress started to become more revealing as well as her use of alcohol and other substances during rumored epic celebrations with her brothers and the other noble youth where they'd become intoxicated and end up running amuck through the city. Public disruption, vandalism, and even displays of public sexual activity were reported. As expected, the constables took it easy on the Princess and other noble youth, often simply escorting them home to dealt with appropriately by their parents.

Lord Bolan was no strict father and had a very loose leash on his children with the implicit notion that openness and honesty would be a better parenting device rather than discipline. Also, not wanting to be a hypocrite... several of the older citizens still tell stories of young Prince Bolan and his epic shenanigans back in the day. He knew these things were going to happen as they got older... even expected it. He never forbid them from indulgence, sexual activity and the like as long as they maintained a level of discretion and were safe with it. His sons, Lamek and Omoru were usually able to maintain a certain level to their debauchery that didn't attract much attention other than typical 'Kids will be kids' type comments. Shiron, however, had no restraint at all. Proudly flying the flag of youth rebellion through the streets, setting it on fire, and anything to attract as much attention as she could.

Bolan tried to talk with her on several occasions. They've never been at odds and he was trying to discertain the reason for her excessive behavior. Coming to the conclusion that it could be as simple as a need for attention. The loss of their mother was difficult for all of them... so the absence of a female role model was another factor. And with the King often busy and absent during the tumultuous time of her adolescence, could it be as simple as a plea for attention from her father? Unfortunately, before he could get a chance to have a private discussion with her, he discovered the church and a band of it's mindless followers pounding at the palace gates, demanding repercussions for the Princess's behavior. Claiming... rightfully so, that the royal family was not above the law and she should have to pay the consequences just the same as any commoner. While he agreed with their sentiment, he only asked for the time to be able to speak with his daughter to understand the reasons for her actions, then be able to prevent such things from happening in the future.

"She is NOTHING but a vile, contemptuous witch!" The head shit-spewer in his fancy hat and robes blathered... oddly towards the people and not to the Lord to whom he was addressing, "There is no saving her!" Bolan was seriously considering drawing his sword right then and cutting this... slimy, weasel of a man in half for the words he spoke about his daughter. He'd have some respect for his fortitude, but the fact he was hiding behind his religion and the people who bought his bullshit made him even more of a coward. He briefly recalled hearing about some other kingdom ruled by these zealots that was overthrown by some mercenaries... turning into an advanced kingdom of thought, science and free-thinking... Perhaps he could send a message to them fo-- "What is to be done with your unholy... vixen of a daughter, my lord!?" Now he turns to face him, "An example must be set!"

"What would you have me do!?" Finally, he gets a chance to speak. "She's a teenage girl who lost her mother and has a father who unfortunately doesn't have enough time for her because he has to deal with trivial matters like this day in and day out!" Shiron's eyes went wide as he admitted his fault, perhaps hitting the nail on the head. Admitting is the first step after all. "She's going to act out... many of you have children as well and have been through this already. I'm not asking for special treatment, but sending a crazed mob led by a... mad wizard isn't going to magically make her see the error of her ways and grow up overnight!"

"Mad wiz--" He was aghast at that comment, "The royal family has no respect for the rules of our God! They think they can just get away with whatever they please with no consequence!!" Rabble rabble rabble. Apparently the only thing he heard from Bolan's statement was 'mad wizard' and things like sense, logic and reasoning have gone awry via crowd mentality... and ironically proving his mad wizard insult in the process!

"Listen... Listen!!" His stern, bold voice broke through... immediately shutting the people up. "While it's true that I do not share your beliefs, I do respect them and have and will always allow you the freedom to follow whichever faith you prefer. I only ask you grant me the same respect in choosing not to follow them." A confused murmur is carried by the breeze, "There will be consequences for my daughter's actions... again... I'm just asking to have a moment to speak with her in private so that we may discover the problem and devise a solution."

"And then she shall be roaming the streets once again! Intoxicated! Spewing venomous words as she parades around flaunting herself like a little devious harlot!" This. Fucking. Guy.

"You listen here!!" Bolan had enough, getting into the man's face, "You march to my home and demand respect while you do nothing but insult and slander my daughter. You are trespassing. You are inciting a mob. You are spreading lies and slander against the royal family. These are charges that can be punishable. By. Death." For the first time in a long time, a genuine smile emerges on Shiron's face as her father breathes fire into the face of this worm of a man.

"Indeed, father!" The Princess stands by her father's side, "No one is above the law. We should all be held accountable for our actions and not given special treatment simply because you're a... 'holy' man!" Bolan maintained his intensity after his daughter's assist, but inside he wanted nothing more than to hug and high-five her... marking this down as one of the greatest proud father moments ever.

"I simply... but-- I... I... the people demand--!" He was shook so badly by the father-daughter assault that he couldn't even get his bullshit generator working properly.

"The people demand....?" Bolan raised his eyebrows, waiting.

"Consequences for your actions, right?" Shiron folds her arms, "Doesn't it suck when you want to speak your mind and express your thoughts then suddenly everyone wants to lynch you for it?"

"How DARE you compare the teachings of GOD to the blasphemous rantings of a drunkard whore!!" And he's back. So is Bolan's rage. He didn't go so far as to reach for his sword, but his fist clenched and his arm began to raise back. Holy man or not, he wasn't about to keep insulting Shiron, especially after their proud moment.

"...Father!!" She noticed what he was about to do and grabbed a hold of his arm with both of hers, "Don't!!"

Bolan immediately eased at his daughter's intervention, yet protested, "I'm sick of this snake oil salesman insulting my family, dear... what would you have me do...!?"

Shiron took a deep breath and looked to her father, "It's my mess... I'll take care of it..."

"Shiron, you don't have to do a damn thing..."

"Yes... I do..." She turns to him, "Being accountable for your own actions... not just part of being an adult, but part of the royal family..." She leaned in, giving him a subtle hug, "Thank you... for what you said..." she whispers, "It's not your fault... you did the best you could... I just..." There was a light sniffle.

"I know..." He puts an arm around her shoulder, "You gotta get it out somehow..." The moment of understanding between them interrupted by the coughing of the holy man... who was not at all impressed by this display of family wholesomeness. They both glanced him a dirty look before she stepped away from her father and turned to the holy man.

"So..." she clears her throat, "What must I do to make up for my behavior...?" She sighs, "To appease your-- I mean 'your god's' holy law!?" A subtle smirk emerges.

"You see THIS is the problem!" His testicles suddenly dropped again once she gave herself to his 'mercy', "No respect... or even basic knowledge of our laws and precepts!!"

"...you mean, of your god's laws and precepts?"

He gasps, "My lord... I propose she join the convent of holy sisters... To learn and live as a woman of God!"

"You want to convert her?" Bolan raises an eyebrow, "Look, I support freedom of faith, but part of that includes not being forced to join if you do not want to."

"Yes. I am very aware of this..." He sounds so bitter about it as well, "I only mean temporarily. Long enough for her to learn and live a righteous and pure life. Perhaps then she shall see that she doesn't need to seek the comfort of intoxicants and promiscuity when she feels the love of God inside her!"

"...is God well-hung?" Shiron utters before she and her father do the stifled spit and sputtering duet of trying to hold in a burst of laughter.

"Excuse me!?" Part of that went over the holy man's head, but he recognizes the behavior in both of them, "Perhaps after a year in the sisterhood, you'll no longer see the humor in such things..."

"A FUCKING YEAR!?" Shiron immediately retorts, "No fucking way, man! Fuck that! I'm out! Bros, we got any of that smoke grass left--" she'd begun walking away, only the hand of her father stopping her. The holy man gasps. Rabble rabble.

"A year is a very long time for a teenage girl..." Bolan reasons, "She's a very fast learner... I'm sure she can pick it all up in about.... a month?"

"A m--" Gasp, again, "It's not just about learning the scripts, it's about actually living and experiencing the life as a pure, enlightened soul! ....six months!"

Seeing another argument and rabble was about to break up, Shiron steps in, "Three." She nods to her father, then looks to the holy man... awaiting his approval. "Enough time for me to learn the script and experience the pure life with God inside me..." She bites the inside of her cheek.

"...fine!" Not happy, but he'll take it, "But we leave IMMEDIATELY!" He boasts, "Pack light... We'll provide dress appropriate for the church. You may bring some keepsakes of your family and such... don't even try to smuggle any intoxicants as you will be searched immediately!"

"Hang on..." Bolan turns, "Already? Will we be able to visit her at all?"

"Of course. It's a holy convent, not prison!" The man jests. Shiron chokes and coughs lightly in the background, "As long as it's during appropriate hours, not during mass and we are notified beforehand."

"Oh... so... kind of like a prison visitation?" Bolan retaliates, then Shiron steps in before more rabble erupts.

"Father, it's fine..." She gives him a smirk, then leans in for a kiss on the cheek. "Three months... no problem! It'll be like... a summer camp..."

"I got molested at summer camp..." Lord Bolan states blankly. No one responds... just looks at him. This is very awkward.

"I guess I'm safe then, since I'm a female..." Shiron adds to only a stifled chuckle from her father and brothers in the distance. You see, the joke is that holy men are notorious for molesting and raping their altar boys. "Well then... come say hi every now and then!" She waves, off to join the convent.